Oh January – Poem

Oh January, how you’ve tested me. Poked and prodded and tried to best me. Rejection. Loss. Fear. Sadness. Fatigue. Sickness. Frustration. All of it, inside me. All of it, weakening me. Or is it? Maybe, just maybe, it’s giving me strength. Maybe it’s making me better. Pushing me further. After all, never before have I…

Things to remember at Christmas time

We don’t get to receive It’s not supposed to be about how many presents we get It’s not a competition of who got the best gift Don’t overeat like crazy just because it’s the holidays If you can’t afford a present, don’t put yourself in debt to get it. The person you’re getting it for…

Welcome, New Years…

I can’t wait to meet our dog. The scruffy, fluffy, bundle of Joy That will make our house A home. I can’t wait to meet The fans I’ve yet to gain. Book lovers and movie go-ers, That will scream and hype over The stories I tell. The ideas they’ll have Of the characters I brought…

What My Panic Attack Taught Me

I had a (small) panic attack Sunday night. I was crying, sweating, thinking a million things at once, breathing rapidly, and shaking. My chest was tight. I felt out of control. And it wasn’t nice. It wasn’t fun. I hadn’t had a panic in a while, so I did beat myself up for it having…

Looks Can Be Deceiving…

The reason why I chose to unpack this phrase “looks can be deceiving” today was because I was in my room trying to will myself to leave the house. I almost convinced myself not to go out because the weather looked cold and grey. As a freelancer, blogger, and author, I really don’t have to…

Limits to Change

It’s September, guys, and I don’t know about you but I am feeling kind of like I’ve got a chance to start afresh. I don’t know if it’s because it’s the changing of the season, or because we used to start a new school year in September, but for the first time I’m not sad…

Crafting your life – Poem

Trying to hold onto the paper, but it tears and tears, they fall. Cages lock me in. Every way you look, there’s bars. I’m trapped. Foolish to think, I could ever be free. Freedom is an idea, That can’t be made real. But we build Build Build. Chip away at the edges, Try to create…